An Apology is never sufficient — A wound is not cured by the unbending of the bow.

Apology is, on some occasions, nothing but rudeness.

Apology is only egotism wrong side out.

An Apology only accounts for that which it does not alter.

The Echo is the voice of a reflection in a mirror.

Echo is being’s call of distress into the present.

Echo is that which, by exposing us to modernity’s deep distress, also launches the other beginning of philosophy.

Echo is the scream of forgotten being from amidst the reign of technology.

Habit is the invisible architecture of daily life.

Habit is that into which uncertainty disappears.

Habit is the second nature which destroys the first.

Habit is the ballast that chains the dog to his vomit.

Longing is, for some people, a greater pleasure than pleasure.

Longing is a sort of loneliness for an unknown yet deeply perceived presence.

Longing is the agony of the nearness of the distant.

Longing is, along with feeling, the motive force behind all human endeavor and human creation, in however exalted a guise the latter may present themselves to us.